DEATH�S DOOR

The Angel of Death is not a happy man

(or a man at all, if truth be told)

his is not the job that he�d have asked for

had he been given a choice

but no one has a choice in that kingdom

not anymore.

Not like down there

where he goes on a daily basis

finding souls to collect and eat or add to his necklace

(or however he takes them, depending on mood).

There, they have a choice, or sorts

which is how he�s been brought to this exhausting shift.

�EVERY HOUSE,� he�d been told,

�EVERY ELDEST BOY IS GONE, MAN!�

�Every one?� he asked

�ALL BUT THE MESSY HOUSES.

IF THERE�S LAMB�S BLOOD, IT�S ALL GOOD.�

And with that mantra in his head

(if head he truly had)

The Angel of Death was on his way.

And what a way it was.

With wailing of teeth and gnashing of clothes

and suffering unimaginable

(outside of the Flood or some other lousy days)

those� people suffered

and the Angel with them.

It�s not a good life he leads

(if life it could be called)

and on days like this

he sometimes wishes he�d joined the other camp

back when he had a choice.

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